The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Three headless corpses lay fallen in pools of blood amidst the ruins of the Jun family estate.

Six Black Hawk helicopters hovered in mid-air, the gusts of wind whipped up by their propellers unable to dispel the frozen stillness on the ground.

Zhao Tiangang, the chief of the Dragon Guard and the pillar of the nation's martial arts, was frozen in mid-air like a puppet.

The broken half of the imperial edict in his hand became the greatest irony.

Jiang Chen didn't look at him again.

He looked down at Su Jinyu, whose body was growing colder and colder in his arms.

"puff."

A soft sound.

Jiang Chen's aura, which he had just managed to control, suddenly froze.

On his bare upper body, a fine line of blood suddenly appeared on the surface of his skin, which was covered with purple-gold patterns.

Then came the second and third rounds.

Platinum flames spilled uncontrollably from the bloodline, scorching the air.

A wave of scorching heat spread out from him.

"Jiang Chen!"

Xiao Ruoye took a step forward, but was forced to retreat three steps by the heat wave.

"Don't come any closer."

Jiang Chen's voice was hoarse, as if there was a piece of burning coal stuck in his throat.

His body began to tremble slightly.

Ignoring the scorching heat, Shen Suxin rushed to him and quickly placed her fingers on his pulse point.

Before my fingertips even touched my skin, a string of blisters appeared.

She endured the pain, her face turning deathly pale instantly.

"Brother Jiang!"

"Your internal energy is burning your meridians!"

"The yang energy is too strong! Dragon blood and holy light are clashing within you; your body can't hold on much longer!"

Shen Suxin was so anxious that tears were about to fall.

"We must find the dark polar body immediately!"

"If you don't restore balance to Yin and Yang, you'll be burned to ashes by your own power before your sister-in-law!"

Jiang Chen looked up at the distraught old man in mid-air.

The platinum flame in his eyes flickered.

"roll."

One word.

Zhao Tiangang's body trembled violently, as if he had been awakened from a nightmare.

He looked down at the man covered in blood and engulfed in flames, and at the three corpses of Guozhu.

Fear appeared on the face of the Dragon Guard Chief for the first time.

He dared not say another word and waved his hand.

The six Black Hawk helicopters hastily turned around and fled this hellish battlefield that had terrified them.

"Wakaba, lead the way."

Jiang Chen's voice was filled with suppressed pain.

Xiao Ruoye snapped out of her daze, gritted her teeth, and pulled a black signal device from the ruins, crushing it forcefully.

Less than five minutes later, a heavy transport helicopter without any markings landed on the only relatively flat lawn in the Jun family's backyard.

A middle-aged man dressed as a servant of the Song family jumped off the plane and bowed respectfully.

"Mr. Jiang, Miss has made all the arrangements."

The interior of the aircraft was converted into a small medical room.

Jiang Chen carefully placed Su Jinyu on the hospital bed, then turned and sat down against the cold cabin wall.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, dripping onto the metal floor and hissing white smoke.

"Brother Jiang, please bear with it."

Shen Suxin took out a row of silver needles, intending to use them to help him suppress the raging yang energy within his body.

As soon as the silver needles approached Jiang Chen's skin, the needle tips began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Nalanjia also came over, extending her fair hand, her palm shining with a holy light.

"I'll help you."

Holy light enveloped Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen's body jolted violently, and he spat out a mouthful of scalding blood.

The flames on his body burned even brighter.

"Don't……"

Jiang Chen managed to utter a single word.

"Your power... will only add fuel to the fire."

Nalanjia was stunned. She looked at her hands, then at Jiang Chen, her eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.

She wanted to help, but found that her power was hurting him.

Junyao paced anxiously in the cabin, holding the Gu King in her arms, which let out uneasy hissing.

This violent energy terrified it.

The helicopter pierced through the clouds and flew towards the eastern coastline.

A heavy warship, entirely black with a bow resembling a ram, is quietly moored in a private harbor.

This is a remote ocean barrier that Song Yuzhi secretly renovated using all the resources of the Song family.

The group boarded the warship.

With its massive engines revving, the warship cut through the waves and sailed into the vast open sea.

Jiang Chen stayed alone in a corner of the cabin.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, then dried by his body heat, in a continuous cycle.

Beneath tightly closed eyelids, the eyeballs were spinning wildly.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, a dark golden dragon and a pure white holy light phantom were tearing and colliding wildly.

Every inch of the meridians felt like it was being repeatedly washed by magma.

The warships sailed into the heart of international waters.

The sky darkened without warning.

The sea, which was just a moment ago clear and sunny, is now covered with low-hanging dark clouds and crackling lightning.

"Boom!"

Twelve enormous waterspouts, connecting heaven and earth, shot into the sky from the calm sea.

They were like twelve water-filled stone pillars supporting the heavens and the earth, trapping the warship firmly in the center.

"Alarm! Alarm!"

"Radar malfunction! Navigation system malfunction! Ship structure is being damaged!"

The piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire warship.

The captain's terrified voice came over the loudspeaker.

"Mr. Jiang! It's a formation! We're trapped!"

Inside the cabin, Xiao Ruoye slammed her fist on the table.

"It's those persistent bastards again!"

Shen Suxin looked at the devastating scene outside the window, her face turning pale.

"It's the 'Heavenly Gang Sea Fury Formation' of the Overseas Cultivation Alliance. They don't want anyone to get close to the City of Sin."

Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

His rationality was being devoured by the raging energy, leaving only the most primal desire for destruction.

He pushed aside the crowd that surrounded him and walked step by step toward the hatch leading to the deck.

"Jiang Chen, are you crazy?"

Xiao Ruoye blocked his way.

"If you go out now, you'll be torn to shreds by the storm!"

"Let's not go out, let's all feed the fish together."

Jiang Chen's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

He pushed open the hatch.

The gale-force winds, carrying torrential rain and seawater, slammed into his face.

The warship groaned under the strain of the giant waves and tornadoes.

Jiang Chen braved the wind and walked step by step to the bow of the ship.

His feet left scalding hot footprints on the deck beneath his feet.

He had no weapons.

He turned around and looked at Xiao Ruoye, who had followed him out.

"knife."

Without hesitation, Xiao Ruoye threw the broken half of the knife in her hand over.

Jiang Chen caught the broken sword.

The dragon blood and holy light within him seemed to have found an outlet.

"roar--!"

A roar that sounded inhuman exploded from his chest.

He poured all the violent, self-destructive energy within him into that half of the blade.

Platinum flames shot into the sky, transforming the broken sword into a burning lightsaber.

Jiang Chen gripped the sword with both hands and slashed horizontally at the twelve towering water tornadoes in front of him.

There was no blade's edge.

There was no sword energy.

There was only a pure, expanding white-gold light curtain, enough to erase everything.

The light screen swept across.

The wind stopped.

The rain has stopped.

Those twelve roaring waterspouts that seemed poised to tear the heavens and earth apart, along with the towering waves they stirred up, were silently erased at that moment.

A huge hole was torn open in the dark clouds in the sky, and the sunlight shone down again.

The sea was as smooth as a mirror.

Jiang Chen stood at the bow of the ship, the broken sword in his hand shattering into metal powder that slipped through his fingers.

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with golden flames.

He swayed slightly and then knelt down on one knee.

The storm has passed.

At the horizon where the sea meets the sky, a black island shrouded in a perpetual blood mist reveals a menacing corner of its body.

That place is the city of sin.